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Out the Stu (feat. J.Deluxe) [Bonus Track] Video (MV)






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Ha ha, probably might just f*ck on your bitch, sauce

Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

Pull up in a coupe, drop top with the roof
Pull up with a stick, ain't no pull out with your boo
Hating on my wrist, banana clip on you (Bra Bra Bra)
Ain't no one missing you

Trappin' out the stu, ya I'm trappin' out the stu
Droppin' out of school, ya I'm dropping out of school
Might just pull up with you boo
Might just hit it with the crrew
Might just swim inside that pussy and move on to something new, hey

Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin', hey hey
Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin', ya ya ya

Get it everyday and I get it just like hey
Imma get it in a minute, I be whippin' in the kitchen
Got your mistress and she love to do the dishes
While she slurpin' on my kids
And then she get inside the business and she whip it, hey
I told you I'm trappin' the stu
I get it, I get it, I do
I'm f*cking your bitch cause she cool
I'm winning, I'm winning, you lose

Like selling candy to the babies
I pull up in Mercedes
I bite your bitch like rabies

Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

I ain't friends with the plug, man I keep it professional
Get the drugs for the low, cause I'm here on the regular
Get a bag for the bro, fill it up with some vegetables
Flip a pound on the low, I don't f*ck with no decimals
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Ha ha, probably might just f*ck on your bitch, sauce

Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

Pull up in a coupe, drop top with the roof
Pull up with a stick, ain't no pull out with your boo
Hating on my wrist, banana clip on you (Bra Bra Bra)
Ain't no one missing you

Trappin' out the stu, ya I'm trappin' out the stu
Droppin' out of school, ya I'm dropping out of school
Might just pull up with you boo
Might just hit it with the crrew
Might just swim inside that pussy and move on to something new, hey

Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin', hey hey
Saucin', I'm saucin', I'm saucin', ya ya ya

Get it everyday and I get it just like hey
Imma get it in a minute, I be whippin' in the kitchen
Got your mistress and she love to do the dishes
While she slurpin' on my kids
And then she get inside the business and she whip it, hey
I told you I'm trappin' the stu
I get it, I get it, I do
I'm f*cking your bitch cause she cool
I'm winning, I'm winning, you lose

Like selling candy to the babies
I pull up in Mercedes
I bite your bitch like rabies

Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu
Trappin' out the stu, trappin' out the stu

I ain't friends with the plug, man I keep it professional
Get the drugs for the low, cause I'm here on the regular
Get a bag for the bro, fill it up with some vegetables
Flip a pound on the low, I don't f*ck with no decimals
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Writer: Joey DeLuca, Trevor Howell
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